Ten.  It shalbe done.

Fer.  How long hath he bene your prisoner?

Jay. 18 days.

Fer.  You & the Surgeons out of the Kings pay
Ile see dischargd.—­You have, according to the Order,
Conveyd already Bustamente thither
To yeild account for yeilding up the Castle?

Ten.  ’Tis done, my Lord.

Fer. Don John, you likewise in his Maiesties name Stand chargd to make your personall appearance To give in evidence against this prisoner.

Jo.  I shall be ready there, my Lord.

Pike.  To Sherrys? they say the best sackes there.  I meane to take one draught of dying comfort.

Cat.  I hope you’le not deny my company To waite on you to Sherris?

Jo.  No, you shall goe to see your frend there totter.[27]

Pike.  I have a suite, my Lord; to see an Englishman, A merchant, prisoner here, before I goe.

Fer.  Call him; that done, you know your charge.

[Exit Jaylor.

Ten.  And shall performe it.

[Ex.  Fer., John, Catalina.

Enter Jaylor & Woodrow.

Pike.  Oh, Mr. Woodrow, I must now take leave
Of prison fellowship with you.  Your fortunes
May call you into England, after payment
Of some few money debts; but I am calld
Unto a further tryall:  my debt is life,
Which if they take not by extortion,
I meane by tortures, I shall gladly pay it.

Wo.  I have heard, & thought you by what I had heard Free from feares passion:  still continue soe, Depending on heavens mercy.

Pike.  You doe instruct me well; but, worthy Countryman,
Once more let me give you this to remember,
And tis my last request:—­that when your better stars
Shall guide you into England, youle be pleasd
To take my Country Devonshire in your way;
Wheir you may find in Taverstoke (whom I left)
My wife & children, wretched in my misfortunes. 
Commend me to them, tell them & my frends
That if I be, as I suspect I shalbe,
At Sherris putt to death, I dyed a Christian soldier,
No way, I hope, offending my iust King
Nor my religion, but the Spanish lawes.

[Exeunt.

(SCENE 3.)

Enter Don Pedro, reading a Letter, & Manuell.

Man.  Dear sir, let me have power to recall
Your graver thoughts out of this violent storme
Of passion that thus oerwhelmes your mind. 
Remember what you are, and with what strength,
What more then manly strength, you have outworne
Dangers of Battaile, when your warlike lookes
Have outfac’d horrour.